For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been an animal lover, but never had the opportunity to show it. This was because I was never able to have a pet to call my own that I could care for. This however, changed on Christmas Eve of 2010, when I was able to welcome a beautiful baby labrador into the family.
I remember the day so vividly, as if it were yesterday. I was rushing back and forth in our small and always crowded kitchen, helping my mom with dinner. The day seemed to be going normal (as normal as our family could be), but all came to an end when the phone rang. Before the first ring was over, my aunt rushed to the phone, as if dhe had been waiting for a call. As she read the caller ID, she walked out the kitchen and into her room. Things got a bit weirder when my aunt came back and signaled my mom out of the kitchen. This seemed a bit odd in our family because we told eachother everything and didn’t keep secrets.
They then both walked out of the house and onto our front porch without saying a word. I was able to hear them talking with someone outside, but not what the conversation was about. As I tried listening I began to smell like it does when something is burning, I quickly turned to the oven and saw that the bread rolls were just a few seconds away from being completely burnt, so I rushed to take them out trying not to burn myself. With the distraction, I didn;t even even hear my mom and aunt opening the door, until I heard them call my name at the kitchen entrance. The moment I looked up, I knew everything was going to change in our home for the better.
As soon as I looked up, there she was, the most beautiful baby black labrador sitting between my mom’s arms. She looked so timid and fragile, but as adorable as could be. Her shyness however, came to an end as she was put on the ground, and she tripped on her own paws as she walked towards me. I immediately picked her up and hugged her, I couldn't believe it, I finally had a pet to call my own, although they said she was for everyone, not just me. My cousin got to name her, and being an immature teenage boy, he chose to name her sexy.Yes, he named her sexy, although it took some time getting un-awkward calling her that, we eventually got used to it.
Watching her grow up was quite the experience and in a way made me feel like a mini mom watching her go through her different “stages”. First was her baby stage when everything she did was excused because she was just too cute to be mad with. Well, that’s how it was in my opinion, but my parents made sure she wouldn't just go around doing whatever she wanted. Her small at the moment size made it easy for her to do some of her favorite things, which were hiding under furniture and sleeping on people’s chests. Then, she grew a bit and started teething, which made not only her, but the whole family go a bit crazy. Every Day we came home was a surprise of something else have been chewed up, and no one’s belongings were safe. She chewed up all sorts of thing from door frames, to chargers, to credit cards, and eve the corner of my cousin’s IPad. When she finally grew out of this stage, which felt like the longest, we all felt a sense of relief and safety for our belongings.
I remember the day so vividly, as if it were yesterday. I was rushing back and forth in our small and always crowded kitchen, helping my mom with dinner. The day seemed to be going normal (as normal as our family could be), but all came to an end when the phone rang. Before the first ring was over, my aunt rushed to the phone, as if dhe had been waiting for a call. As she read the caller ID, she walked out the kitchen and into her room. Things got a bit weirder when my aunt came back and signaled my mom out of the kitchen. This seemed a bit odd in our family because we told eachother everything and didn’t keep secrets.
They then both walked out of the house and onto our front porch without saying a word. I was able to hear them talking with someone outside, but not what the conversation was about. As I tried listening I began to smell like it does when something is burning, I quickly turned to the oven and saw that the bread rolls were just a few seconds away from being completely burnt, so I rushed to take them out trying not to burn myself. With the distraction, I didn;t even even hear my mom and aunt opening the door, until I heard them call my name at the kitchen entrance. The moment I looked up, I knew everything was going to change in our home for the better.
As soon as I looked up, there she was, the most beautiful baby black labrador sitting between my mom’s arms. She looked so timid and fragile, but as adorable as could be. Her shyness however, came to an end as she was put on the ground, and she tripped on her own paws as she walked towards me. I immediately picked her up and hugged her, I couldn't believe it, I finally had a pet to call my own, although they said she was for everyone, not just me. My cousin got to name her, and being an immature teenage boy, he chose to name her sexy.Yes, he named her sexy, although it took some time getting un-awkward calling her that, we eventually got used to it.
Watching her grow up was quite the experience and in a way made me feel like a mini mom watching her go through her different “stages”. First was her baby stage when everything she did was excused because she was just too cute to be mad with. Well, that’s how it was in my opinion, but my parents made sure she wouldn't just go around doing whatever she wanted. Her small at the moment size made it easy for her to do some of her favorite things, which were hiding under furniture and sleeping on people’s chests. Then, she grew a bit and started teething, which made not only her, but the whole family go a bit crazy. Every Day we came home was a surprise of something else have been chewed up, and no one’s belongings were safe. She chewed up all sorts of thing from door frames, to chargers, to credit cards, and eve the corner of my cousin’s IPad. When she finally grew out of this stage, which felt like the longest, we all felt a sense of relief and safety for our belongings.